"Oh, Daddy, I forgot all about the time of day!" Sandra said. "The sun will be right in my eyes if I try to tan the front later on. Daddy, would you mind putting oil on my front so I can tan that side first?"
"I don't mind," Bob answered, in a constrained, hoarse voice.
Knowing that her seduction plan was working, Sandra rolled onto her back. She spread her legs on the beach towel and sighed as her nearly naked father smeared oil onto the tops of her thighs, again nearly touching her pussy. As he poured more oil onto her belly, Sandra suddenly undid the little knot between her tits that held the bikini top together.
"Daddy, you don't mind if I sunbathe topless, do you?"
Before her father could answer, the top was on the grass beside her, and Bob found himself staring at his blonde daughter's huge, naked tits. Sandra raised her slender arms over her head, making her firm tits jiggle. Bob's eyes were riveted to her dark red, silver-dollar-sized nipples, focusing on the stiff, rubbery tips.
"H-h-honey," Bob stammered. "I don't know if I should be…"
"Oh, Daddy, don't be silly," Sandra interrupted. "After all, what's wrong with being naked in front of my own father? Now be sure to get plenty of lotion on my breasts, Daddy. I don't want to get burned around my nipples."
Bob's hands shook much harder as he poured oil onto his daughter's tits. He placed his broad hands squarely on her giant tits and then tentatively began kneading and rolling her tits under his enveloping fingers, coating her creamy-white tit flesh with the tanning lotion.
"Unggghhh, Daddy, that feels so gooood!" Sandra sighed, wiggling her ass on the towel.
"I… I just remembered something," Bob said suddenly. "I… I have to make a phone call. Sorry. You'll have to put the rest of the oil on yourself."
Standing quickly, Bob turned and walked rapidly back to the house, disappearing through the sliding glass door. Shit, Sandra thought miserably. Cunt creaming and stiff nipples aching, she dropped her blonde head on the pass and stared miserably at the blue sky.
A phone call! Now she'd never get to fuck her father!
Sandra waited another minute, then resignedly gathered the oil, towel and top together and walked bare-breasted back into the house, her spongy tits quivering with every step. She was about to go upstairs for an urgently needed finger-fucking session when she heard a muffled groan from her parents' bedroom.
Sandra stopped in her tracks and a new fire burned in her pussy as she thought of what the groan might mean. Silently she padded down the hall to the bedroom door. It was open, her father had been so horny he'd neglected to close it.
The gym shorts were crumpled on the carpet. Her father was sprawled naked on the double bed, groaning as he clutched his stiff, upthrust cock. His cock was simply enormous, the longest, fattest hard-on Sandra had ever seen in her life. Violently her daddy was beating his meat, whipping his fist furiously up and down on his massive prick.
"Daddy!" Sandra squealed.
Bob gasped and quickly sat up on the edge of the bed, making a useless attempt to cover his huge hard-on with his hands. His big-titted daughter walked straight toward him, naked except for her bikini bottom. She dropped the towel and oil and stared unashamedly at her father's throbbing prick.
"Oh, Daddy, you didn't have to make a phone call after all!" she purred. "You got so horny rubbing my titties that you had to jack off!"
"N-no," Bob sputtered, still trying to cover the huge, cum-leaking knob. "No, Sandra, please. I can explain."
"What's to explain, Daddy?" Sandra giggled, falling to her knees in front of the bed and spreading her father's legs with her fingers. "You've got a big hard-on and you needed to rub it and make it spurt. But it's not fair, Daddy. I mean, if I'm the one who gave you the hard-on in the first place, I'm the one who should help with the spurting part too!"
Giggling at her own mischievous logic, the blonde daughter pushed her father's hand aside and wrapped her fingers lightly round the wrist-thick base of his cock. Bob shook helplessly as he sat on the edge of the bed, too horny to do anything to stop her. Sandra felt her pussy beginning to pulse rhythmically again as she stroked her hand all the way up and down the ten-inch length of her dad's gigantic prick.
"It's a real whopper, Daddy," she mewled. "Oh, fuck, you've got the biggest Goddamn prick I've ever seen in my life! And look, Daddy! It's leaking!"
Sandra's hornily pumping fist had coaxed several sticky drops of white pre-cum to bubble out of the cock tip. Sandra stared transfixedly at the flared cap of her father's harden, delighting in its rosy color and spongy texture. Unable to control herself any longer, she dropped her head on his crotch and licked the cum juice from the knob of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bob whispered.
Kneading and jacking his prick base, the sexy daughter planted wet, loving kisses along the whole length of her daddy's prick. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed the fat knob of his cock, sucking a full four inches of his cock meat down her throat.
I'm sucking my daddy! she thought happily.
She nearly orgasmed on the spot as she tasted the salty cock flesh stretching her mouth, and realized that it belonged to her own father. She'd wanted to blow his prick for so long, and now it was finally happening. She was going to suck her own daddy's prick and make it shoot gushers down her throat.
Sandra shut her eyes tightly, flaring her nostrils so she could breathe around the throat clogging thickness of his enormous cock. Then the big-titted daughter started sucking, forgetting everything in the world except the ten-inch column of cock flesh.
Feverishly she bobbed her head on his crotch, fucking her buttery gullet with the aching hardness of his prick. Soon Bob had completely forgotten that he was committing incest. He moaned as the blow-job started to get to him. He twined his fingers in the wavy blonde tresses that fell nearly to the lower slopes of Sandra's big, round tits.
"Suck it, honey," he whispered, as his fuck pole throbbed and oozed jism onto her tongue. "Oh, God, that feels good! What a good cock-sucker! Keep working on it, Sandra! Oh, fuck, make me cum!"
Sandra was feverishly trying to make him do just that. Mechanically she bobbed her head on his crotch, repeatedly coming close to choking herself as she stuffed her face with his prick.
Her tongue lapped and swirled around the swollen knob, continually slurping up the precum as it oozed out of his piss silt.
And his cock was getting even stiffer! The knob puffed out in her mouth and the veins stood out on the fat shank of his cock. Sandra felt utterly entranced with the taste and feel of her father's hard-on. Her stomach was actually aching with the need to drink his cum.
She tightened her fingers around the base of his cock and whipped her fist repeatedly from the base of his cock to where her lips were compressed around the shaft. Her pumping hand made more jizz leak out of the tip and that encouraged the cock-sucking daughter to fist his cock meat even harder. Soon her wrist and forearm ached as she continued to beat her daddy's meat as hard as she could.
"Jesus, what a cock-sucker!" Bob gasped, gaping at the spectacle of his gorgeous teen with a mouthful of cock. "You're gonna make it squirt, honey!"
Now the dick knob was pulsing on the roof of her mouth and Sandra's swiping tongue was lapping up more and more oozing spunk. Daddy's gonna cum, she thought hornily. Sandra's cheeks flushed as she sucked the tip of his cock as hard as she could, pistoning her fist in a blur on his prick pole, dropping her left hand between his legs to cradle his bloated balls.
"Oh, fuck, oh, shit!" Bob groaned. "Ahhhhh!"